Ok people, CALM YOURSELVES!! Some people spend time living instead of reading blogs all day JEEZ!!

soooo anyways what am I supposed to be talking about? I don't even know what I told you guys and what I haven't but I'll just start with after the world cup night.

I have just been working. A LOT OF WORKING! I enjoy it so much. It's one of the best jobs. All I do is handle aspects of many celebrity lives. I go through magazines, talk about doing something you love, and look for their pictures or mention of their names and scan it into the computer. Then after I've read all the magazines and scanned everything, I take on the slightly more involved jobs that the publicists give to me. I've booked cars, flights and taken phone calls from the occasional celebrity *COUGH* Cat Deeley and Bill Nighy*COUGH*.

Right now I'm working on these endorsement and event projects. They aren't seriously complicated but they take up a lot of time!!

I basically go through our archives for online and print press clippings of specific events or endorsements deals and make them into a book. The one I just finished, two days later, was about a deal Cat, yes just Cat :), has with a London jewelry line called Links of London. I had to organize and format about 60 or more pages of pictures and press mentionings of her wearing the jewelry or mentions of the deal. I think it could've been better, but it was my first one and Anna, the woman I was doing it for, said it looked "Brilliant" so I'm happy.

Right now I'm working on a Louis Vuitton store opening. It's a much smaller book but it's harder to find the clippings because all the archives are organized by name of celebrity instead of event. So instead of checking out one person, I have to go through all the files and pick out the pictures of each client that attended. I think this one will be much better on this one just because I have practiced. Wow almost spelled pratice with an "s".... that's a sign of fatigue I think.

Ok. Here goes the one moment of complaining. It's much more legit than butter, don't worry. There is this receptionist at public eye, and in general, she is a sweet and fun girl who helps out everyone, but when it comes to the mail, I'm sorry "the post", she drives me crazy!!! It's like the post is her one time to truly hold her small bit of power and use it. Because I am the only one that is ranked lower than her in the food chain at work she works that power. 4:45. Everyday. She calls me, even if I'm doing two or three other jobs and acts like me not getting the post out will end the world.

"Meredith can you get the post down by 5? It really needs to go down," she says as she watches youtube videos of our clients and eats her lunch. "Yeah, let me finish this one thing and then I will."
"It really needs to go downstairs now. The Postman comes at 5 and that's in 10 minutes"

Ok, I understand some of the mail is for celebrities or their events. But COME ON. It's the freakin mail. If it's so important, stop having your tea and crumpits and go yourself!

Ok. Done.

So I promised I would tell you about the bars. I truly don't drink that much even though I'm not officially of age haha I'm still to paranoid. Now that's not to say I don't accept a free drink, cause you bet your ass I do!!!

Let me tell you! I don't know if it's the American thing, because they LOVE LOVE LOVE our accents and the way we draw out our r's, or if I'm just that confident, but I get some serious free drinks! When I watched the World Cup, I got three from one group of guys. They weren't cute and I whipped out my fake boyfriend to get them to go away, but they still bought me drinks.

It's not my fault that they didn't care about the boyfriend thing. It's their perogative haha Sorry mom and dad. I haven't given my phone number out to anyone so I feel like I'm following the rules. If they refuse to accept no number exchange, I take theirs and then never call. Kind of brutal but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do to get people to go away sometimes.

I also met a cute Australian bartender named Jared. Think we're gonna go back to his bar too because there are darts and he would give me drinks half price haha. I like being foreign. There are so many perks!

Ok. Now for the REALLY exciting night. Last night, Thursday night, we went out to watch the Lakers game at 2 in the morning, i know it's late but it was so worth it! So we get to the Sports Cafe, like the only place that plays American Espn games, and it's a 5 pound cover. We decided that none of us were big enough Celtics or Lakers fans to worry about it and we started to leave.

ALL OF THE SUDDEN! The paparazzi pop up and we're wondering who it's for. They walk up and are like Gossip Girl star! But the car drove away.. it was weird. But I saw another car and inside that car, I saw a specifc head of curly hair. That's right! I recognize Matthew Morrison, aka Mr. Schuester, by his hair! So he gets out and just casually walks into the bar with some chick, don't worry she didn't seem that important, and a bodyguard.

That was all we needed to decide to go in. So he is already upstairs in a glass walled bar area and gone. So we are standing ont he stairs and just hanging out and watching the game and all of the sudden AGAIN, Chace Crawford walks into the bar. His bodyguards are walking ahead of him and parting the crowd like the red sea, priceless. He looked a little worse of the wear though, maybe it's all the pot haha

That's one thing I don't understand. How do you get arrested for pot and then one week later end up out of the country??? Maybe they didn't charge him. Who knows.

And on that thought provoking question statement, I'm off to take a nap before watching the other English World Cup game. Good night one and all

:)